The wind blows through the world, and the willows sway on both sides, creating ripples like waves. In June and July, the world is at its busiest. The city walls of Zhongzhou Prefecture are still towering, especially the main city tower, which stands here like a calm beast, facing the world. One by one, the warriors in armor and armed with sharp weapons are lined up here.

The highest point has a raised eaves, and on both sides there are statues of Chaofeng and Jiaotu.

These two statues, which had a friendship with Qi Wuhuo two years ago, are still chatting in the human world at this moment, talking about the rising and setting of the sun and the moon, the blooming of flowers in spring, the white snow in winter, and the golden skies in autumn. They occasionally quarrel and occasionally get angry. Many years have passed like this, but they don't feel bored at all.

Today, at dusk, the sky was golden, Chao Feng seemed a little bored, yawned, and said to the world: "Ah, I didn't see that little Taoist today."

Jiaotu retorted almost instinctively: "Little Taoist priest?"

"There are so many little Taoist priests in this world!"

"There is a young Taoist priest on this mountain, and there is also a young Taoist priest on that mountain. After a few decades, the young Taoist priest on this mountain becomes an old Taoist priest. After the old Taoist priest goes down the mountain, he will pull another young Taoist priest up the mountain. Then, after a few decades, the young Taoist priest becomes an old Taoist priest again."

"This new old Taoist priest will still bring a little Taoist priest up the mountain. The little Taoist priest you mentioned didn't come. Which little Taoist priest is it?"

This tongue-twister-like speech seemed to have confused Chaofeng. He felt stars in front of his eyes, spinning around his head. One on this side was called the young Taoist priest, and the other on the other side was called the old Taoist priest. Chaofeng himself hesitated and stammered subconsciously:

"Ah? Of course it is. That, the little Taoist priest in the old Taoist priest's house, no, the little Taoist priest will become the old Taoist priest?"

Jiaotu suppressed his laughter and said:

"Yes, yes. The young Taoist priest is the old Taoist priest. The old Taoist priest will pull out a young Taoist priest. That means the young Taoist priest is the old Taoist priest, and the old Taoist priest is the young Taoist priest. What you want to ask me is, is it the young Taoist priest or the old Taoist priest? Is it the old Taoist priest of the future, or the young Taoist priest of the past?"

Chaofeng was completely confused:

"Ah? Ah? Is it the old Taoist priest or the young Taoist priest? The old Taoist priest is the young Taoist priest?"

"What I'm looking for is both an old Taoist priest and a young Taoist priest?!"

When he was at a loss, he suddenly saw Jiaotu grinning from ear to ear. He paused for a moment, then a surge of anger rose up, and he shouted angrily: "Okay, okay, are you kidding me?!"

"Jiaotu, you are here to pick a fight with me!"

Jiaotu was not in the right but was very angry. He said, "What are you looking for? Don't slander me. Have you forgotten about that little Taoist priest? The one who came here two years ago!"

Chaofeng paused, and remembered the little Taoist priest who used to often climb up and sit on the city wall of Zhongzhou City with upturned eaves, watching the sunset and talking to them. After the disaster in Zhongzhou two years ago, the little Taoist priest waved his hand and left. Two years have passed since then, and no one knows how the little Taoist priest is doing now.

Jiaotu was trying to find fault on purpose, but after mentioning the little Taoist priest who would come to chat with them, he thought of those days and felt depressed, and sighed.

The two spiritual statues sighed in unison.

Chao Feng sighed and said, "I wonder if he is okay? Has he become a great immortal?"

Jiaotu sighed and said, "Yeah, I wonder if he is okay? Has he become a great real person?"

It was quiet for a while.

The two dragon statues looked at each other and said angrily:

"Huh? Are you imitating me again?!"

"Bullshit, you are obviously imitating me!"

Both Jiaotu and Jiaotu were furious and started arguing again, just like they did every day and every year in the past.

The wind blew across the world, across the capital city of Zhongzhou. The rebuilt city no longer bore any trace of the disaster that had occurred two years ago, and people were still living in bustle. The river that ran through the entire city flowed slowly, passing through the markets of the world and also through the mountain.

The small hill is just the right place to see the prosperity of the entire Zhongzhou city.

There is a Taoist temple on the mountain.

There is an old Taoist priest and a young Taoist priest in the Taoist temple.

The young Taoist Mingxin said to the old Taoist in front of him earnestly:

"teacher."

"I want to go down the mountain."

The old Taoist priest who was slurping noodles was almost choked to death by his disciple's words.

The noodles almost choked him and came out of his nose. He coughed violently for a while before catching his breath. He shook his hand and threw the forbidden garlic head to a place where the statue of the Three Pure Ones could not see it. Then he said, "You said--"

"What?!!"

…

The young Taoist priest Mingxin has no father or mother. He was rescued by an old Taoist priest when he went down the mountain to travel. No matter his parents have passed away or he has been abandoned, it always means that his fate with his parents and relatives has come to an end.

Taoism also has monks who practice asceticism like Buddhism, but Taoism specifically looks for those who have weak family ties in their fate to be accepted as disciples. The old Taoist priest immediately brought this little guy back. He liked his disciple very much and almost felt that this was a gift from heaven. Even the Taoist name he took was mixed with some selfish thoughts.

Taoist disciples cultivate their mind and character and are named Mingxin, which shows how much they are loved and valued.

The old Taoist never expected that after his disciple had finally made him a bowl of noodles, the next thing he said was that this kid wanted to run away.

The old Taoist put the noodles aside and put the chopsticks on them, making sure that the two chopsticks were placed end to end together, without any difference. Then he looked at the young Taoist in front of him. The little guy was very well-behaved, sitting there with his head lowered, but the old Taoist who raised him knew that this kid had made up his mind, and no one could pull him back.

The old Taoist now looked more like an ordinary old man than a Taoist priest. When he heard that his child was going on a long journey, he felt worried and afraid of danger. He almost instinctively wanted to keep the child by his side and subconsciously objected:

"So, did something happen to you? Why did you say you wanted to go down the mountain?"

"How old are you?"

He looked at his disciple who had grown a lot in the past two years, paused, then looked away without changing his expression, and said earnestly: "Think about your uncle Qi Wuhuo, when he was your age, he was also practicing in the mountains and never went out."

"Didn't you always say that you wanted to learn from your Uncle Qi?"

"How come you've changed so much in just a few years?"

In the past two years, the old Taoist priest always used Qi Wuhuo, a child from another family, to teach Mingxin.

It works every time.

No matter how stubborn this little bull nose is, there will be no problem using this trick and he will be obedient.

But this time it seems to be of no use.

The young Taoist Ming Xin said: "Fifteen years old."

After a pause, he added, "When Uncle Master Qi came to Zhongzhou and settled in Lianyang Temple, he was my age."

The old Taoist priest was choked.

He paused, then slapped his hand on the table, making a loud clattering sound.

The old Taoist priests knew in their hearts that their disciples should go down the mountain and travel around the world so that they could grow. How could the Taoist disciples attain the Tao if they did not go out into the nature and indulge themselves?

At that moment, his heart softened and he wanted to let the little Taoist go down the mountain, but he still said stubbornly:

"So what if I'm old enough?"

"Can you be compared with your Uncle Master Qi? There are so many people in this world who are only old in appearance and have not grown in anything else. Some of them know how to work hard at the age of fifteen or sixteen, while others are still thinking about getting money from their parents to gamble and have fun at the age of fifteen or sixteen."

"When he came to us, he had already achieved the Three Talents. His Qi was flowing and changing. He even broke through after a month and became a True Person with the One Innate Qi. He's only fifteen years old. How can you compare with him?"

The old Taoist priest gradually became more righteous as he spoke, but the next moment, his voice suddenly stopped.

The young Taoist priest Mingxin stretched out his hand, and a stream of air flowed over his body.

Although it is still very light, it is extremely real. It is not the kind of innate Qi that is in harmony with one's own will, but it is also lively, harmonious, and full of vitality, just like the morning light shining on the morning mist in the bamboo forest, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

The young Taoist priest imitated the tone of a certain uncle, lowered his eyes, and said calmly:

"All three talents."

"I Have Got It..."

Three talents...

All three talents at the age of fifteen?

The old Taoist priest could not help but be stunned when he saw the dim morning light falling on the young Taoist man. He was wearing a light blue Taoist robe, with his hair tied up with a wooden hairpin. His brows were clear and he looked excited, just like the rising sun, full of infinite possibilities. His expression was calm and indifferent, and he was in the state of Chongxu of Taoism.

The old Taoist was in a trance.

What was I doing when I was fifteen?

I was lazy during the daily morning classes, wanted to sleep a little longer, and quarreled with my seniors and juniors.

I look forward to the gathering at the foot of the mountain once every half a month, calling three or five good friends and companions to go down the mountain together.

I spent some copper coins to buy some storybooks and dried fruits, then found a herbal tea shop and had a three-cent bowl of herbal tea with sesame cakes. After reading storybooks for a day, I went up the mountain in the sunset, deliberately taking a detour, and passed by the cowherd girl with two thick black braids and an oval face.

He deliberately made his footsteps sound loudly and sang the Taoist tune of "Picking Lotus Seeds" loudly. If the girl could glance at him and smile at him, he would feel that his steps would become much lighter, as if he were ascending to heaven. Even the mountain road would not feel bitter or tiring.

And now, the young Taoist priest, who is only fifteen years old, has already reached such a realm.

Is it because he has an excellent talent, as clear and bright as his Taoist name; or is it because when he was young and was shaping his mind and laying the foundation, he spent several months with a Taoist named Qi Wuhuo, and was influenced by him subtly?

In any case, if one has all three talents at the age of fifteen, there is a high probability that he will become a Taoist priest between the ages of twenty and thirty, and there is a great possibility that he will be able to achieve true immortality within sixty years.

Real people...

He is an absolutely brilliant person in the world of Taoism, who can roam freely in the mortal world for three to five hundred years. If he gets the chance, or receives a talisman, or overcomes the calamity himself, he can even ascend to become an immortal and go to the nine heavens to enjoy peace and freedom.

Is our lineage going to have a real person too? !

Ancestors of all generations, our lineage is going to succeed, it’s going to succeed!

The old Taoist couldn't help but fantasize, but was also faintly shocked by this young Taoist. He felt that his disciple also had a little bit of ethereal air. At this moment, he saw that little guy tried to raise his chin, his eyes slightly narrowed, as if he was calm and indifferent, but he couldn't help glancing over here, as if he was trying hard to imitate the young Taoist two years ago, to create an ethereal and cold demeanor.

The old Taoist was furious and gnashed his teeth:

"Huh?! You little bull nose, you came to put it on me?"

"You are really an old rooster with feathers, pretending to be a phoenix here! Today, I will teach you what it means to respect teachers and why flowers are so red!"

The old Taoist grabbed the little guy and placed him on his knees.

He picked up a bamboo board and served the little Taoist priest who had caused trouble to him a meal of stir-fried pork with bamboo slips. The little Taoist priest who had just acted calm and composed started howling like a ghost. There was chaos in the Taoist temple again. The big rooster that had been raised two years ago flew to the corner of the wall, glanced at the Taoist temple with a look of disdain on its face.

Then he paced around it, cleared his throat, and crowed in bursts.

That night, the moonlight was clear and the sky was full of stars. The old Taoist sat on the roof of Lianyang Temple, looking at the world. The moonlight was clear, with some clouds and mist, and stars scattered in all directions. The old Taoist picked up a pot of wine and drank it. The young Taoist also came up quietly, making very little noise, but was still discovered by the old Taoist.

The old Taoist glanced at him and said unhappily, "You are so familiar with the movements, you must have climbed over the wall many times!"

"You little bastard, if you don't punish him for three days, he will tear the roof off the house."

"come over!"

Although he said it rudely, the young Taoist Mingxin knew very well that his teacher had not risen, so he scratched his head, climbed onto the eaves and flew up, landing lightly next to the old Taoist. The old Taoist drank a sip of wine, was unhappy for a long time, and then said, "Why do you want to go out?"

The young Taoist Mingxin pretended to be stupid and said, "I want to go out, I just want to go out."

"What's the reason?"

The old Taoist looked at him and said, "Tell the truth."

Ming Xin then scratched his head and said, "Half a year ago, just after the New Year, wasn't there a large piece of purple air flying over from the sky? Teacher, do you still remember it?"

The old Taoist thought that he had just bought New Year's goods at that time, and saw the purple air stretching for 30,000 miles, which was very majestic. The old Taoist said: "Of course I remember, your master is not so old that he can't even remember things from half a year ago, but what does it matter?"

Mingxin said softly, "After that day, I had a dream. In the dream, I saw purple air floating in the sky, covering the sky and the earth. I reached out my hand in a daze, trying to grab the purple air, and then my body suddenly floated up. The sky was so close to me, and the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas on the ground seemed so small."

"I dreamed that I was flying on the purple air for a long, long time."

"Then I opened my eyes and saw a continuous purple mist at sunrise."

The young Taoist Mingxin sat cross-legged on the roof of the Taoist temple and smiled slightly: "At that time, I suddenly felt that I wanted to go down the mountain to have a look. My path is not on the mountain."

The old Taoist remained silent for a long time, just drinking sip after sip of wine, without looking back at the young Taoist priest, and the young Taoist priest did not ask. The old Taoist priest reached out and patted his hair, rubbed it, and said: "Then you should go down the mountain and see what's going on outside."

"But remember, you are out there, you don't have any connections or background, so you must be careful. When you encounter something, don't act rashly. Things out there are different from those in the city. You should give in a little and seek peace. Don't get yourself involved. Take care of yourself, okay..."

The old Taoist suddenly became talkative. He held the young Taoist's hand with his wrinkled hands and talked for a long time. He drank and gave instructions, telling him everything. The young Taoist did not feel impatient, but just smiled gently and waited for the teacher to say these words, and listened carefully.

Finally, the old Taoist priest finished drinking the wine and finishing his words, then fell drunk in a daze and leaned to one side. The young Taoist priest Mingxin carried the old Taoist priest down the mountain, just like when the old Taoist priest carried him up the mountain more than ten years ago. The old man put his arms together in front of him, and his drunken breathing was heavy, accompanied by the moonlight, the chirping of insects, and the sound of the night watchmen.

The old Taoist priest murmured in his drunken dream.

“You should come back more often…”

The young Taoist Mingxin paused and said, "Yes."

He sent the old man back to his residence, and then sat cross-legged in the Taoist temple where he grew up and studied since childhood. On the second day, the old rooster's crowing sounded three times, and the old Taoist woke up in a daze. He was startled and raised his head abruptly. Without caring about anything else, he put on his Taoist robe and strode out.

The door was opened with a rustle. It was still a little cold at this time. The small Lianyang Temple was swept clean, and an old rooster was pacing in the yard.

The weather is sunny and the morning light is warm.

The old Taoist was stunned and lost in thought, then he became depressed: "Did he go down the mountain again?"

At this moment, a curious voice suddenly came: "Teacher? What's wrong with you?"

"If you come out at this time, aren't you afraid of having facial paralysis and a stroke from drinking alcohol and being blown by the wind?"

The old Taoist turned around and saw Mingxin in Taoist robes, carrying a bamboo basket and holding a bamboo pole. It was obvious that he was already thinking about parting.

The old Taoist sighed. After all, he saw his disciple for the last time before he left the mountain. The old man suppressed his nostalgia for parting in his heart, smiled, reached out and touched his hair, took out a brocade bag from his waist and handed it to him, saying softly:

"Go ahead, go ahead."

The young Taoist Mingxin took the treasure bag, had breakfast with his teacher, washed the dishes, and played with the big yellow chicken. When the chicken impatiently pecked his hairpin, he stood up with a chuckle, patted his Taoist robe, turned around and walked down the mountain step by step.

He walked along the familiar street, crossed the long river, walked past the big tree next to the Nine-Eyed Bridge, and saw the chessboard under the tree.

I saw a one-armed man selling sesame cakes on one side, talking to his wife and daughter with a smile on his face.

He spread his arms and walked through the mortal world step by step. When he walked out of the city gate, he heard two statues on the eaves of the city gate tower shouting at him: "Little Taoist, little Taoist, do you want to go to the human world too?"

"Little Taoist priest, little Taoist priest, do you want to become a Taoist priest too?"

The young Taoist Mingxin thought about it, didn't know, waved his hand, and smiled brightly:

"I'll go take a look. I don't know if I want to become a real person, so I want to take a look."

"Let's go to the capital first!"

People could not hear what the two statues said and they all looked at the little boy curiously.

The young Taoist turned around and took out a brocade bag. This brocade bag was a bit old. It was given to him by his teacher when he was first brought to the mountain. It had not been opened for more than ten years. Inside it were written words of blessing and the Taoist's [Name].

Taoism divides Taoism into Taoist names and Taoist titles. Taoist names are for external purposes, while Taoist names are very solemn.

The paper inside has turned a little yellow.

The two words "Mingxin" are actually quite biased by the old Taoist priest.

The young Taoist Mingxin saw the two prayers inside and whispered:

"Seek unity with your heart."

"Be happy because of the Tao."

He showed a young smile on his face, put away the brocade bag, put it close to his heart, and then walked on the Yangguan Avenue. He was at the youngest age, with no haze in his heart, and the world in front of him was open. He walked briskly and sang:

"The Taoist priest Baiyun Huanghe has a zither, a sword and a cup of tea."

"The feathered garment is always tinged with the color of smoke and haze, and is not stained by the peach and plum blossoms of the world."

"Why do you travel around the world when you are always laughing in this world?"

"After all the suffering, I have finally corrected my ways and never stained the peach and plum blossoms of the world."

The laughter was cheerful and happy, and still carried the childishness of a young person. People looked at the little Taoist curiously and couldn't help laughing. The two statues in the city muttered something. Under the Lianyang Temple on the mountain, the old Taoist watched the little figure walking away from afar, with sadness and joy in his eyes.

The world remains the same as before, and that little figure gradually moves away and disappears from sight.

Behind me, there are thousands of lights and smoke from cooking fires as before.

Mingxin, was born in Lianyang Temple. He had all three talents at the age of fifteen and traveled around the world in his dream of purple air.

Later, he became the founder of Louguan Dao.

History:

Like real people.